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Cut Out All the Ropes: Chapter10
"Mnnnh…No Danny, no!" Stiles mumbled, tossing back and forth on the bed. Derek perched on the edge of the window, biting his lip as he furrowed his brow in concern. The gauze that had been wrapped around Stiles' injured arm had fallen away, and the Alpha could see the wound was mostly healed. That didn't save Stiles from the nightmares, apparently.
"Danny!" Stiles shouted again, whimpering as he rolled away from Derek, one hand holding his stomach. "Babies, no."
Derek climbed to his feet slowly, watching in worry as Stiles continued to toss and turn. He crouched down next to the bed so he was looking into Stiles' face. He sighed, reaching out a still shaky hand to touch Stiles' arm gently.
"It's okay," he whispered, rubbing up and down Stiles' arm. "You're okay. You're safe. You and that babies are safe."
Stiles whimpered again, his heart rate slowing down to a more normal rate and his face looking less pinched. His head shook back and forth on the pillow, his eyelids fluttering.
"'Der…no want me…I'm sorry…" he continued to mumble and Derek sighed, biting his lip.
"It's okay," he whispered again, squeezing Stiles arm gently. "I still want you." Stiles seemed to calm down, curling on his side and holding his healing arm protectively to his chest. With a last sigh, Derek climbed to his feet, climbing out of the window and shutting it carefully.
"You wanted to talk to us, Mr. Stilinski?" Lydia asked sweetly, sitting down across the table at the diner from the Sherriff. Allison slid in next to her, giving the Sherriff a small smile. They had about an hour before they had to be at school and the Sherriff to work.
"Ladies, I'm assuming you had a good first day back to school yesterday? No problems?" Steve asked, taping his coffee cup and giving the waitress a nod when she asked if he wanted a refill.
"Unless you count Mr. Harris being out to make everyone's life a living hell, and Stiles crying when we talked about dissecting frogs, then no problems what so ever," Lydia said and Allison laughed, nodding in agreement.
"Stiles is always complaining about him," the Sherriff said with a fond smile. "And I wasn't aware of his affinity for frogs…Now, I was wondering if I could get you ladies to help me with some things?"
"Sure, Mr. Stilinski. What did you need?" Allison asked, thanking the waitress as she sat a water down in front of her.
"Well a couple things; I'm planning on moving the rooms around in the house. I was going to move into my old office on the first floor, let Stiles take over my bedroom, and turn Stiles' room into a nursery. And I wanted it to be a surprise. So I was wondering if I could get you to take Stiles out of town for a weekend. I'll pay for the hotel, maybe go shopping and whatever else you want to do to keep him out of the house for a couple days just so the boys and I can get everything moved around and paint the nursery?"
"That sounds like a wonderful plan, Mr. Stilinski," Lydia said, her eyes sparkling. "Do you need help decorating the nursery, too?"
"I figured we'd just paint it a neutral color for now, and then Stiles can tell us how he wants it decorated. But I'm sure he'd love your help. Now, for the second thing, I was wondering about a baby shower?"
"Don't worry about that, Mr. Stilinski," Allison said, looking at Lydia and grinning. "We've already started planning it. We just need to take Stiles to register for stuff. Maybe we can do that that weekend, too."
"That sounds good to me," Steve said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Do you girls need any money for this? A place to have it? Any help from me?"
"We've got everything covered Mr. Stilinski. Does next weekend work for you?" Allison said, her grin growing bigger.
"Sounds wonderful. Now order some breakfast; I'd hate for Stiles to think I'm using you girls and not feeding you." Allison and Lydia shared a grin, opening their menus.
"Stiles! Wait!" a voice called and Stiles groaned, letting his head fall back as he stopped at the end of the hallway. He rubbed at his eyes tiredly, turning to see Danny running to him. He had managed to avoid the goalie the first day back to classes, but it looked like he wasn't going to be that lucky today.
"Hey," he said quietly, pulling the sleeves of his new shirt down over his hands, blocking the faint scratch marks on his arms.
"I am so sorry," Danny said with no introduction. "I really didn't mean to; I mean, I knew it was you but my wolf wouldn't stop and I couldn't do anything…I tried to fight it; I mean you're pregnant with the Alpha's pups! What the hell was I thinking? But you're okay, right? I mean, it wasn't like with me…"
"Danny, I'm okay," Stiles said, what little resolve he had failing. He sighed, pulling up his sleeve to show Danny his arm. "I don't know if it's all of you, or just the Alpha, but werewolf spit has healing powers. And your scratches weren't near as bad as what Jackson did to you. I'm fine. The babies are fine. Everything's fine. I just need a little space from the pack right now…" Stiles trailed off, biting his lip when Danny physically flinched.
"Jackson won't talk to me. Neither will Erica, Boyd or Isaac, which is awkward because Isaac lives in my fucking pool house. Derek keeps saying everyone will come around but I'm just so lost. I mean…I wanted the bite, but I didn't want to happen so I'd be isolated from everyone. I'm…I don't know."
"God, Danny," Stiles groaned, his hand going to his aching back. "I'm sorry. I know this sucks. I'm sorry. I won't close you out, too." Danny let out a small whimper before throwing himself into Stiles' arm. Stiles took a stumbling step back before wrapping his arm around Danny, the twins kicking happily away as he accepted another member of the pack.
A week passed and Stiles had never been so excited for a Friday. He'd only had one minor melt down which involved the frog he and Danny had had to dissect being pregnant which caused Stiles to sob for hours, but other than that he was pretty sure he'd been keeping his emotions in check. He just had to get through chemistry, then he was off to LA for the weekend with Allison, Lydia, and Erica. He was so excited that even Erica couldn't put a damper on his mood. He laughed as Isaac stole the paper Jackson had been skimming while walking down the hallway, letting out a cry of laughter as Jackson cursed and chased after him. Stiles took a gulp out of his water bottle, turning down the hallway to Mr. Harris' room. The teacher met him at the door, a bored look on his face.
"Hey, Mr. Harris," Stiles said, shifting from one foot to the other. "Do you think I can get a bathroom pass before class starts?"
"Considering you're spending the day in the library, Mr. Stilinski, you'll have to ask the librarian for that," the teacher said, shoving a pile of papers into Stiles' arms.
"Excuse me?" he asked, his brow raising. He shifted slightly, remembering how much he had to pee.
"We're working with chemicals today, Mr. Stilinski. Chemicals that aren't safe for your…children. You'll spend the period in the library, researching the mechanism of the reaction and why we get the product we get. You'll have a four page paper on your findings ready for me on Monday. Now give this pass to Mrs. Baker and get out of my sight."
Stiles sighed, taking the papers and turning on his toes. He hesitated as he passed the bathroom, sighing again as he back tracked and went in, letting out a whimper of relief. That babies were constantly kicking at his bladder lately, and since Dr. Jeffers had told him he needed to drink more water, he was having to use the restroom constantly.
Stiles continued onto the library, turning in his pass and taking a seat at an empty table in the back. He read through the papers Mr. Harris had given him, taking another sip of his water. After he read through all the information twice, he climbed to his feet again, his hand on his back as he brought his pass book to the librarian.
"May I go to my locker, please?" he asked, giving Mrs. Baker a small smile. "I didn't realize I'd need my book today since we always do lab on Friday. I also didn't expect to be kicked out of lab," Stiles said with a frown as he brought his hand from his back to his swollen stomach.
"Of course, sweetheart," she said, taking his book and filling out the pass section. "How's your daddy doing? I haven't seen him in quite some time."
"Um, he's good," Stiles said, chewing on his lip. "Working a lot and excited about being a grandpa."
"That's good to hear! Now hurry up, I'm sure you have homework." Stiles nodded, smiling as he left the library. He frowned, turning back when he heard high heels but shaking his head when he didn't see anyone.
While Stiles was out of the library, he never saw Victoria Argent enter the room, stopping to pour a powder into his water bottle. The red head paused to smile at Mrs. Baker, letting the librarian know that Victoria would be her sub next week. She was gone before Stiles returned, frowning down at his book as he idly sipped his water. He cocked an eyebrow at the odd taste to his water but shrugged, turning back to his notes. He was the Sherriff's kid, so he'd heard the never leave your drink unattended speech a million times; but he was pretty sure that didn't apply to school.
"I'm so ready to get out of here!" Lydia called, a grin on her face as she slammed her locker shut. "My mom sprung for massages for all of us, too. I figured preggo could use one, too."
"And we get to go register for his baby shower gifts!" Allison said, clapping her hands excitedly.
"I'm just glad he's letting me go," Erica said with a shrug, running a hand through her hair.
"Stilinski!" Lydia called, seeing Stiles standing in the doorway of the library. "Get a move on! We're getting out of here!" Lydia frowned as she truly took Stiles in. He was pale, sweat covering his forehead. His limbs seemed to shake, his right hand gripping the door frame tightly as he dragged his bookbag slowly behind him. "Stiles, are you okay?" She asked, taking a step forward as Stiles stumbled, leaning heavily against the wall as he tried to walk towards them. Erica lurched forward, catching him when he fell just before he hit the ground.
"Stiles!" Allison gasped, running forward to help the wolf lower the teen to the ground.
"'urts," Stiles moaned, his teeth chattering. A rash seemed to be covering his skin and his eyes looked glassy.
"Call 911," Allison whispered, running a hand through Stiles' hair. Erica did as she was asked, Lydia crouched down next to him.
"He smells like wolfsbane…" The red head said after a moment and Allison's eyes grew wide.
"And so does his water bottle," Erica said with a frown. The girls looked up when they heard the click of high heels.
"And my mother's here," Allison said, shaking her eyes as she looked skyward. "Hold on, Stiles, you're going to be okay."
Everything hurt. He was so cold that he couldn't stop shaking and his teeth were chattering loudly. His skin itched, and he felt like there were a million ants crawling through his veins. Someone shined a light in his eyes Stiles moaned as he tried to swat the hand away.
"Temperature's at 104 and rising. Breathe sounds are weak. How are the babies?" a voice said, and Stiles couldn't help the whimper that escaped him at how loud it sounded.
"Their heart rates are a little high, but they seem stable. They're very active, probably responding to Genim's distress." Another voice said quietly and Stiles groaned.
"No!" he cried trying to pull away from the hands that were poking at him. "Not my name!"
"Stiles, honey," a familiar voice said and it took him blinking a few times for him to realize it was Scott's mom. "We're just trying to help you. You have to calm down."
"It hurts!" he moaned, letting out a cry as a needle was stuck into his arm and another person fit tubes up his nose.
"Should we start him on-"
"No! You can't give a pregnant-"
"Do we know what he ingested?"
Everyone was talking at once and Stiles was so cold. He just wanted it all to stop. He needed to know his babies were safe.
"Doctor, he's bleeding," a nurse said, and there was more hustle as bodies crowded around him. He could feel cramping in his stomach and let out a sob, trying to roll on his side.
"Wolfsbane," he moaned, his arm laying over his eyes to try to block out the bright light. "She's trying to kill me! Don't let her kill me! Don't let her kill my babies or my pack! She gave me wolfsbane!"
"He's delirious," a voice mumbled, and Stiles let out a whimper because he knew he wasn't. "We're going to need to sedate him, give his body sometime to fight back."
"What? No! I want to go home!" Stiles yelled, trying to get his limbs to follow his commands and fight back.
"We need to restrain him," the initial loud voice said and Stiles screamed, trying to fight as hard as he could as hands strapped his arms to his side. He cried loud, his entire body hurting as the straps were pulled tight and someone came at him with a needle, stabbing it into his IV.
"She's trying to kill me," he moaned, his speech becoming slurred as his vision finally went to black.
Derek paced the waiting room, letting out a loud huff every time he turned. Steve and Scott sat perched on the chairs, Scott whispering to Allison and Steve trying to pick the paint off his hand. Originally he had gotten all the boys in the pack to agree to help paint the nursery. Then Jackson and Danny got into a fight, Isaac got a call from Danny's dad saying his father's sister was filing for custody for him (which judging by the kids reaction, that wasn't a good thing), and then Derek, Danny, Isaac, and Jackson had all taken off for Mr. Whittemore's office to see what kind of paperwork they had to fill out for Isaac to become an emancipated minor before his aunt showed up. The teen had been so upset that Steve couldn't even fault Derek for having to leave and take care of his pack. So that had left Steve with Scott, who painted like a two year old.
They hadn't gotten very fall into painting, only one wall being completely finished, when Scott's phone had rang. Steve was just getting ready to tell him that he didn't have to stay when the teen turned to him with wide eyes.
"Stiles is in the hospital," he said, hanging up his phone. "Allison says she thinks her mom slipped him wolfsbane. Which wouldn't normally bother a human but since he's caring wolf babies, it's like a super bad allergic reaction."
And that was all it took for Steve to be dropping his paint brush, grabbing his keys, and speeding off to the hospital. He'd called Derek on the way and had met him in the parking lot, the Alpha cursing and swearing to kill the woman who had harmed his mate and pups yet again.
"Down boy," Steve had said, gesturing for Derek to lead the way into the waiting room. That had been two hours ago, and they still didn't have any information. Finally he heard a door swing open, and Derek stopped pacing, his head cocked to the side as a short woman approached them.
"Sherriff Stilinski," she said, shaking his hand. "Mr…?"
"Derek Hale," Derek said, his voice shaking as he offered his hand to the doctor. "I'm the babies other father."
"Right. Well it appears your son was exposed to Aconitum. He's very lucky because this flower can be very deadly. He's exhibited a lot of symptoms of a bad allergic reactions, but we've got him as stabilized as we can right now and he's resting."
"Are the babies okay?" Derek asked, glancing at Steve who nodded.
"What took so long for us to get him stabilized was the fact that the Aconitum was causing cramping and bleeding, both of which were able to get stopped. We're giving him a little extra blood and something to try to get his fever down and under control. We have Genim in the ICU at the moment. He's sedated, just to give his body a little help at getting this out of his system. His fever has been high; it was at 104 when he came in and rising. That's causing him to be delirious so we had to restrain him to keep him for harming himself or pulling his IV when he wakes. Once we can get his fever under control and the Aconitum out of his system, we should be able to take him out of the ICU. Right now we just have to wait."
"I-uh… Okay," Derek said, swallowing thickly as Steve sunk back down in his chairs. "But they'll be alright, right? Stiles and the babies?"
"We caught this early, and got the bleeding and cramping stopped. Everyone should be fine."
"Thank God," Steve mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "Can we see him?"
"For a little while," the doctor said, giving him a small smile. "He needs to rest."
Later that night, Derek sat in the chair next to Stiles bed, watching as Stiles' chest gently rose and fell. The white restraints were still wrapped around his wrist, and it took him constantly telling himself it was for Stiles' safety to keep himself from taking them off. He hated the smells of hospitals, the disinfectants and the sick. He focused on the steady beep of the heart monitor letting him now Stiles was okay, and the machine that was keeping track of the babies, making sure there were no more close calls for them that night, either.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, reaching out and taking Stiles' hand gently in his. "I'm so sorry I couldn't keep you safe. God, you're only five months along and you've already been in the hospital because of this bitch twice. But I swear, from here on out, I'm going to keep you safe. All of you."
Derek reached out, hesitantly placing his hand on Stiles' rounded stomach, giving a small smile when he felt two faint kicks. That was the first time he'd ever been able to feel it and it was the best feeling in the world. He froze when he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching and fell back into the chair, pretending to be asleep.
The Alpha was expecting the nurse to wake him up and kick him out. They were only supposed to spend fifteen minutes at a time in the ICU room, and Derek had already been there for forty-five minutes. He tensed up, however when the nurse gently covered him with a blanket and pulled him forward to stick a pillow behind his head. He blinked his eyes open, looking at her with confusion.
"Melissa told me it would be pointless to kick you out. And he's just sleeping anyway, so it's not like you're bothering him. Have a good night's sleep, Daddy," she said with a small smile as she let herself out of the small room. Derek gave her a small smile, intending to do just that. He'd need to rest up; he had a hunter to deal with.
AN: I know, I'm mean to poor Stiles. But I promise, something will be done about Victoria very soon. Also, school has started back up, so I'm going to try to keep my updates to at least once a week. I hope you liked it! Please review.